"Get lost! What nonsense, completely incoherent."
"Haven't you heard that 'fools have foolish luck'? Your son doesn't have that kind of luck, so of course, he's not stupid enough."
"So, do you wish your son were stupid?"
"I'm not complaining that my son doesn't have that luck; it's none of my business."
"Enough, I won't waste words with you anymore; let's just watch the show."
On the other side, in the billiard hall, after finding out the true identity of the person who was causing trouble, Fat Hui laughed, his face full of disdain and mockery.
"So you're the dork who used to complain to the teacher every day after I bullied you as a kid? It seems that after all these years, you're still the same old dork, not learning a thing. Let me tell you, in front of me, Fat Hui, you're nothing but an ant— I step on you if I feel like it and kill you if I desire; it was the same in the past and it remains the same now."
"Oh? Really? Am I that pathetic?" Lin Yifan also laughed, no longer tense.
"Who do you think you are? You think you're something special just because you've served in the army for a few years? Let me tell you, in the face of overwhelming numbers, even if you were the king of soldiers, you'd still have only one way out—death."
"So you're saying you're too scared to face me one-on-one now? It seems that after all these years, the pathetic one is you," Lin Yifan mocked back.
"You..." Fat Hui was infuriated, not expecting the dork who couldn't even lift his head when bullied back then to mock him back. It was unforgivable.
But, remembering Lin Yifan's current identity, he hesitated.
Lin Yifan was a former soldier and reportedly a member of the national special forces. How strong special forces soldiers were, was common knowledge.
However, if he didn't step up, he would lose face today; because his lackeys and his woman would think he was a coward, a good-for-nothing, trash.
Whether to step up or not, he really was caught in a dilemma now.
"Brother Hui! Why be scared? He's just a frail scholar; just go at him with a knife."
"Yeah! Brother Hui! You are my idol, you must teach this ignorant guy a lesson, let him taste what you're capable of," the tattooed woman in leather pants by Fat Hui's side coaxed sweetly.
After hearing the provocations of his lackeys and his woman, Fat Hui knew he had no way out, so he had to brace himself and step forward.
Since the other guy had a wooden stick, it wouldn't be too much for him to take a cleaver, so he sneakily shouted: "Give me the cleaver! I'm going to teach this ignorant fool a lesson."
As everyone knows, a cleaver is much more dangerous than a wooden stick; it takes several hits with a stick to kill a person, whereas a cleaver might only need one; so the moment Fat Hui took the cleaver, his morale weakened. At least in Lin Yifan's eyes, he had already lost.
"Hmph!" Lin Yifan sneered, then placed his wooden stick on the nearby billiard table and stood quietly there, waiting for Fat Hui to come at him.
Seeing Lin Yifan put down his weapon, Fat Hui's lackeys thought Lin Yifan was scared, so they mocked: "Tch! What a coward, he chickened out the moment he saw Brother Hui with a cleaver. I thought he was capable of something."
"Tsk tsk! Brother Hui is really mighty, with a cleaver in hand, the enemy chickens out—effortlessly breaking him down."
"Brother Hui! You are really too cool, I'm totally in love with you," Fat Hui's woman felt immensely proud and excited.
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The calm and composed manner of Lin Yifan, together with his carefree expression, was certainly not out of fear.
He had seen what fearful people looked like, and it wasn't ; and he had seen what Lin Yifan looked like when scared, and it wasn't either; so, Lin Yifan putting down his weapon wasn't out of fear, but confidence; Lin Yifan simply didn't see him as a threat.
This was an insult, an insult to Chi Luoluo.
"Damn it! Just because you think you're a special forces operative, you think you're incredible? I, the chubby Hui, can still trample you under my foot!"
After saying this, the chubby Hui charged with a cleaver aimed at Lin Yifan.
Watching this scene, the chubby Hui's woman and his boys were baffled, not understanding why he was so enraged; the enemy had clearly surrendered, so why continue fighting? Did he need to kill someone to feel relieved?
On the other side, as the crowd saw the chubby Hui wielding the sharp cleaver at Lin Yifan, they couldn't help but sweat for Lin Yifan, and soon, some kind-hearted bystander immediately took out their phone to call the police.
Although they believed calling the police was futile, it might at least prevent a public killing by the chubby Hui.
The onlookers were scared, but inside the luxury cars, Zhou Jiajia and the others were not afraid at all; having seen Lin Yifan's abilities many times, they had complete faith in his capability. A scumbag like the chubby Hui was merely something Lin Yifan could hang up and hit with ease, hardly a threat.
Upon reaching Lin Yifan, the chubby Hui yelled and then raised the sharp cleaver and hacked it violently towards Lin Yifan's head.
Under the illumination of the light, the cleaver flickered with a bright, snowy glare, chilling, and it descended rapidly.
Watching this action, the crowd was worried and anxious for Lin Yifan; thus, they began to shout, "Young man! Dodge quickly! Don't just stand there!"
However, Lin Yifan acted as if he hadn't heard and stood there motionless, letting the cleaver come down.
On the other side, seeing that Lin Yifan didn't dodge, the chubby Hui's minions and woman became anxious and scared.
Killing someone openly was something that couldn't be erased! Even if the chubby Hui's uncle was the police station chief, it wouldn't help.
Thus, they all tried to stop him, "Brother Hui! Don't do it!"
But how could the chubby Hui, consumed by rage, listen to them? So, the cleaver continued to fall, with no intention of stopping.
The next moment, just when everyone thought Lin Yifan was about to have his head "blossom", Lin Yifan lightly raised his hand and caught the rapidly descending Large Cleaver.
A metallic tremor resonated out, spreading all around. In the momentary silence, it was particularly jarring.
Thus, those in the crowd who had closed their eyes, not wanting to see the bloody scene, opened their eyes out of curiosity and looked towards the center of the fight to see what exactly had happened.
Not knowing before, but seeing it now, they were shocked beyond measure.
They saw the cold, glinting cleaver stopped just above Lin Yifan's head, firmly grasped in Lin Yifan's right hand, unable to move an inch further.
On the other side, the owner of the cleaver was clenching his teeth, using all his might as if it was a matter of life and death, desperately trying to push the cleaver closer by even an inch; yet, the cleaver, like a thousand-pound stone, remained immovable, no matter how hard he pushed.
Looking at this scene, everyone was stunned.
They had only heard about catching rattan sticks with bare hands, never about catching a cleaver.
How could a human body, so vulnerable, possibly stand against the sharp edge of a cleaver? They were utterly baffled.